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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    the thing that goes bump in the night; any
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    She lay there, spent and beginning to cough and shake as the airborne spores of plague found her. They travelled inward on an inhale and spread deep and fast through her lungs, wiggling their way like worms into her bloodstream until fever began to cook her blood to a boil and sweat ran from the pores of her skin. Gollum is not sure what is happening but the plague begins to mess with her mind, and her vision swims already with exhaustion so that she falls asleep in fits and starts.

    Her head jerks upright every so often from where it has fallen low enough for the tips of the grass to tickle her nostrils. She sneezes and wheezes; chest rattling with mucus that has no place to go but builds and sits and multiplies inside her. Gollum thinks that she can see fairies, see them flitting about on fairy-errands and fairy-business. She pays them no more mind and tries to go back to sleep again.

    There’s a heavy thump-thump on the ground that she can feel. It jars her awake, pain ricocheting in its wake as it zips and zings through her body. Everything hurts! She blinks through bleary year-filled eyes, trying to see him better as she hears his apology and offers up a weak watery smile. No one ever cared before if she was okay, not even the silly fairies that feed her just because she’s here and she’s an orphan, that much she knows about herself.

    His smile puts something in Gollum at ease; probably a worry or a fear that had reared its ugly head up at his coming. Maybe, she’d thought for an instant, he had come to smite her at the fairies’ behest. “Sick,” she echoes faintly as she tries to stir and stand but her weak limbs give away beneath her. She groans, swings her head and tries again - success! Gollum stands but the effort has winded her mightily and she sucks in air noisily before lifting her eyes to his kind face.

    “Have you come to end me?”
    Because that would be a mercy right then, to expire. But no, says a small sharp voice in her head. You don’t get to go that easily, and Gollum sighs, hanging her head again. She really was such a neglected pathetic child.


    @[Chemdog] ahhhh! ily you too! sorry she’s so mopey at the moment lol
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    the thing that goes bump in the night; any - by Gollum - 12-23-2018, 01:26 PM
    RE: the thing that goes bump in the night; any - by Gollum - 01-19-2019, 10:44 AM



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